I was walking the street just the other day When I saw a favorite girl of mine walking up the other way Stopped her on the street corner just to say hello From the look, the eyes, the body language I should have braced for so Much more She said, who do you think you are mister guitar man Struttin' so tall like only Chicken Little can With your coy glance and your flirty look You attention starved whore boy you wrote that book Then she left me Waiting on high With the fear of god in me you know I narrowed my step Tried to keep up my pace, felt like I broke my neck When I looked backed just to see if it was all a joke Saw all my old lovers and all the hearts I broke So I went down to the bar to drink with my good time friends All their hearts were broken so they had no ear to lend To a strung out and missed placed, I'm new to this place, pathetic little Hipster is gonna get punched in the face So they sent me Waiting on high I don't wanna be that boy with a gun in his hand Firing two in the blue screaming this land is my land This land is our land and this land is free And that's what I'll tell the children when they're murdering me When I'm Waiting on high